An Accidental Date with a Billionaire

She hesitated, clearly confused, if her wrinkled brow was any indication. He ached to reach out and smooth it for her but didn’t trust himself touching her just yet. “And if I had asked for sex, would you have given me that?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” He flexed his jaw. “I want you to be different from the rest of the women I bring home. You are different, so I stopped after making you come because I want you to stay with me until we’re both satisfied and not slip me into the ‘one and done’ file you probably have somewhere.”

“I don’t do second dates,” she said, biting her tongue. “I told you that.”

“I haven’t either,” he said coolly. “I’m not asking for forever. I’m not that guy. I’m asking to extend our first and only date over the course of a few days, so we can enjoy each other’s company until we decide that it’s over.”

After taking a long gulp, she set the glass down. “You basically want me to move in with you, sleep in your bed indefinitely, and only wear clothing you picked out for me.”

He hesitated before nodding. When she said it like that…

She let out a nervous laugh, pushing her hair back with a trembling hand. “Sounds a bit possessive.”

Shrugging, he sipped his drink, trying his damnedest to ignore the twinge of pain that nagged at his soul. He’d never tried so hard before. He finished his drink and came around the side of the bar. He approached her, his heart pounding hard and echoing in his ears. “You’re not moving in, Sam. Just spending a couple of nights on a first date with me.”

She bit down on her plump, pink lip. “I like you. I do. But—”

“Don’t do that. Don’t add a but.” He caught her hand, pressing it to his heart. It sped up under her touch. “I’m going to let you in on something. You’re my first.”

Her brow crinkled again. “There’s no way I’m your first one-night stand.”

“You’re my first non-one-night stand.” Slowly, he ran the backs of his knuckles across her cheekbone, savoring the sensation of her smooth skin. “I don’t mean to scare you, and we just met, but spending time with you is fun. I’d like to continue, if you’re having fun, too, that is. If not, it’s okay. I’ll take you home.”

When she didn’t say anything, he grazed his fingers along her jaw.

Her eyes went wide, her breathing unsteady. Desire warred with fear, something he had every intention of wiping away…

If given the chance.

His thumb ran down her jaw, and he stepped closer, backing her against the bar. He kept the sides open, leaving her an escape if she so chose, but she fisted his robe and held on tight, swaying toward him. He pressed his body to hers, allowing himself one magical moment of her fitting against him so perfectly. Her eyes widened when he pressed his erection against her belly, splaying his free hand across her lower back.

“I want you, Sam. And I intend to have you.”

She let out a soft moan. “You could have me right now.”

He shook his head stubbornly, caressing her racing pulse. “Not enough. I want more. Stay on our date with me. Stay in my bed, Sam.”

“I can’t,” she whispered, her voice cracking on a half laugh, half moan.

“Then our time will have to be over,” he breathed, lowering his mouth to her ear, and pressed a gentle kiss to the lobe. “Or…you could stay the night, and maybe tomorrow I can show you just how much you’ll scream with me buried inside your body.”

She let out a groan, pulling her chin out of his grasp but staying where she was. He let his hand fall to the bar, missing her skin already. “I don’t even know you. This is insane.”

“We can get to know each other better if you stay.”

She crossed her arms.

“Just think of it as a really long first date.” He pushed off the bar, giving her space. She sagged against it slightly, her cheeks rosy. “Tell me something about yourself.”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder with a flick of her head. “Not this again.”

He laughed.

“I’m not sharing my deep dark secrets with you, Taylor.”

“Then share the not-so-dark ones.” He poured himself another scotch. “Like…do you cut in line sometimes?”

Her eyes widened. “What? No.”